Love Misery Poem by Ma Eugenia Carrasco

Despite all we lived and passed through together, I always hoped someday everything will change. Now, how childish and ironic all this results to be;
“All that starts wrong ends wrong”; as say seasoned people, but I never took it too seriously, ignorant I was, for this would never happen to me. How wrong I was.
Thinking that I could set upright a fallen tree, I wanted to use new ground to sow again, no matter it cost my own life, despite the shame implied being at his side; I thought with my love, perseverance, patience and kindness would be enough; how wrong I was.
At the sight of the weeds around him, I tried again, begging God, for mercy, do not let what I sowed die.
In vain it was. However, again and again, and once more and a thousand times, I insisted in up righting the fallen tree, but never could.
Today, from my frustration, I must accept I am beaten, I couldn’t do anything; all I did was in vain. Be the heaven witness of the times I woke weeping, the times I dreamed, distressed, when, stand by the window, I saw my love and proud fading out, and with him, I, dying, slowly.
Someday I’ll go away, I told him, and still I do; I do not want to live in love misery.